My entire body went stiff.
Every muscle in me seemed to lock at once, like someone had flipped a switch inside my body and forgotten how to turn it off.
For one ridiculous second, I genuinely wished the floor would open up and swallow me whole.
Where the hell was that kind of miracle when you actually needed one?
Nowhere…
Absolutely fucking nowhere.
I swallowed hard and tried to take a deep breath, but my lungs suddenly seemed to have forgotten how breathing worked.
My heart was pounding so violently against my ribs that I was half-convinced it was going to burst out of my chest and land somewhere on the restroom floor.
Why the hell was Professor Ashford here?
And why did I have to keep running into this man everywhere I went?
School.
The party.
My car.
And now the restroom?
Was he following me?
That sounded ridiculous.
He couldn’t possibly be following me.
Could he?
I stood there frozen, not even sure what I was supposed to do.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
Turn around?
Acknowledge him?
Pretend I didn’t hear him?
Or maybe just walk away and act like the voice behind me belonged to someone else?
I stood there for another few seconds, completely frozen.
Then I forced myself to move.
No.
I wasn’t going to turn around.
The smartest thing I could do right now was ignore him.
There was still a chance he wasn’t talking to me.
He might be talking to someone else.
He is definitely on a phone call.
Or better still, there was another person behind me and I was just being paranoid because my brain couldn’t seem to function normally whenever this man was around.
I just need to stop overthinking.
With that, I continued walking toward the restroom area as if I hadn’t heard anything.
I wasn’t ignoring him..
You couldn’t ignore someone who wasn’t talking to you in the first place.
That was what I told myself over and over again.
My heart was still beating like I had just run several kilometers, but I tried my best to act normal.
I went straight to the urinal, unzipped my suit trousers, and pulled my d*ck out.
The urge to pee that had practically forced me to rush into the restroom had suddenly disappeared.
Of course.
Apparently, even my bladder had decided to betray me tonight.
I stood there staring at the wall, trying to force myself to relax.
Nothing.
I clenched my jaw.
Come on, Rowan.
Just pee.
It wasn’t supposed to be this difficult.
I took another deep breath.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I managed to start.
I focused entirely on what I was doing, refusing to look around.
Finish.
Zip up.
Leave.
Simple.
Except nothing about tonight seemed interested in being simple.
Then I heard footsteps behind me.
I tensed immediately.
Someone was coming closer, and for some reason, my heart started beating faster.
I tried to ignore it and kept my eyes fixed in front of me.
It was probably just someone else who came to use the restroom.
Nothing unusual about that.
I tried to convince myself of that until the footsteps stopped right beside me.
My stomach dropped.
I slowly turned my head.
And there he was…..
Professor Ashford.
Of all the empty urinals in the damn restroom, he had chosen the one right next to mine.
Seriously?
I quickly looked away, pretending I hadn’t noticed him.
Maybe if I acted normal, he would act normal too.
And even if it was him… So what?
He was allowed to use the restroom too.
He was standing at the urinal directly beside mine.
I stared ahead again, trying to act like I hadn’t noticed.
There were several other empty urinals.
An entire row of them.
And somehow, out of all the available choices, this man had decided that the one directly beside me was the perfect one.
Seriously?
Why the fuck was he standing this close?
Was he deliberately doing this?
Or was I just being paranoid?
I forced my eyes forward convincing myself not to look at him, say anything or even react.
Maybe it was just a coincidence.
I didn’t know anymore.
All I knew was that having Professor Ashford standing this close to me was making me uncomfortable as hell.
After everything that happened between us last night, I couldn’t even look at him properly without remembering things I was trying very hard to forget.
I kept my eyes forward and tried to finish what I was doing.
I just wanted to leave.
That was all.
I didn’t even have time to pull myself back into my trouser when a warm hand suddenly wrapped around my d*ck.
My whole body froze.
“Oh, Jesus—” The words slipped out before I could stop them.
My eyes squeezed shut immediately.
A sharp breath caught in my throat as my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
What the fuck is he doing?His hand was unmistakably there.
My mind completely short-circuited.
Does he remember?
Is this why he’s doing this?
Why the hell is a professor touching me like this in a public restroom?
And more importantly… Why am I just standing here?
My face burned.
My breathing became uneven that I couldn’t even bring myself to look at him.
…
“You do not need to worry about wiping.
I can help you wipe.” He said it so casually that I almost forgot how to breathe.
His expression was unbelievably calm.
Like he wasn’t currently standing in a public restroom with his hand wrapped around my d*ck.
My face became so hot I was certain I had turned bright red.
“You shouldn’t,” I managed to say as I carefully tried removing his hand from my d*ck.
I was trying to do it slowly so I wouldn’t hurt myself, but instead of letting go, he tightened his grip slightly before he began stroking me.
My breath hitched and I immediately closed my eyes again, biting the inside of my cheek to stop the sound threatening to escape.
This was insane.
Absolutely fucking insane.
The worst part was that my body was reacting even though my mind was telling me this was a terrible idea.
I should have pushed him away.
I should have told him to stop.
Instead, I just stood there, completely confused by my own reaction.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I finally decided to stop fighting it.
Maybe it would be easier to just let him finish whatever the hell he was doing and get out of there.
I could avoid him for the rest of the party and pretend this never happened.
That sounded like a good enough plan in my head.
….
He eventually helped wipe me clean before tucking my d*ck back into my trousers and zipping them up.
I had two functional hands.
I could perfectly do all those things myself.
Yet he was still fixing the front of my suit as if I were some helpless child.
If only he knew how much he was embarrassing the absolute crap out of me.
I wished the floor would open up and swallow me.
At this point, I was willing to negotiate with whatever god was in charge.
Before I could even process what had just happened, he took my hand.
I looked at him in confusion as he led me toward the soap dispenser.
He pressed it, and soap landed in my palm..
He then led me to the sink, turned on the tap, and He began helping me wash my hands.
“I can… I can do that myself,” I managed to say.
My voice came out so weak and broken that I wanted to slap myself.
He let out a small laugh.
That little laugh somehow made me even more embarrassed.
“You shouldn’t do anything when you’re with me,” he said.
I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed, angry, confused, or terrified.
So I settled for standing there like an idiot while he finished washing my hands.
When he was done, he pulled out a tissue, dried my hands, and dropped it into the bin.
When he finally stepped away, I forced myself to smile with my head lowered doing anything o avoid his eyes.
“Thank you for doing those things, Professor Ashford.” I didn’t even want to thank him, to be honest.
After everything that had happened between us, saying those words felt awkward as hell.
And calling him Professor made it even worse.
How was I supposed to stand there and call him that after what happened?
Professors weren’t supposed to stroke the dicks of their student But I wasn’t about to stand there and think about all of that.
I just needed an excuse to leave before my already confused brain completely stopped working.
“I would take my leave now,” I added, already preparing to walk away.
I didn’t even make it two steps when…
“Why are you calling me Professor when yesternight you only called me Daddy and pleaded to have more of my big d*ck?”